Adjoa on a Monday.

Ever since my early twenties, coffee shops have been my true love. Many a coffee shop had me inside of it; ordering a cup, listening to the beans whir in the grinder; hearing the quiet hum of conversation as patrons did everything from chat with each other to type away at their laptops for whatever projects they were working on. (I almost always think the laptop-bearers are burgeoning novelists.) When I worked at my dearly departed Borders Books (see memories here and here), one of the areas I was assigned to, other than at the register or the info desk or shelving books, was the cafe. There, I learned to make a variety of espresso-based drinks, recipes that I still remember all these years later. It was, in a way, my first foray in working in a coffee shop. And I loved it something awful.

Naturally, I’ve always wanted my own shop. So in my mind, my shop would be called Adjoa on a Monday. Adjoa is my Ghanaian day name for ladies born on a Monday. The decor would unsurprisingly be rustic-y with a French touch; the French part is me, as you know, but I’ve also grown to love the rustic idea for a while now. Funny, huh? This Square Peg, who favored not-busy, not-busy, super modern spaces now longing for burnished wood finishes and Mason jar centerpieces? Girl, people be changing…

Image derived from Pinterest.

Image derived from Pinterest.

Image derived from Pinterest.

Image derived from Pinterest.

*All images derived from my boo Pinterest.

Anyway, further details about AOAM:

Free WiFi. I love the idea of people inhabiting that space and working on whatever their working on.

Open mic nights. At Borders, I freely took advantage of sharing my poetry with audiences. That college student had plenty of spurned-love poems to share, thank you very much.

An assortment of staffers of different ages and backgrounds. This one is important to me. When I worked at Borders, a true pleasure was working with everyone from fellow college kids to part-time History professors and everyone in between. It was amazing.

A mini-bookshelf/donate-a-book area. Because you know books have to be involved.

More ideas abound. Will it happen one day? Will I venture out and start my own business and finally see this coffee shop of mine with my own two eyes? *Kanye shrug* I’ve never been ashamed or shy to dream out loud. Perhaps that’s the first step?

What thing/idea/venture/adventure have you nursed for ages? I’d love to peek…share it in the comments below.

And now…

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2 thoughts on “Adjoa on a Monday.”

I would live here. Starbucks is lovely and all, but sometimes you just want to go somewhere with a little more character. Personally, I’ve always dreamt of opening a ‘juke joint’ themed soul food restaurant called Shuga Mama’s (childhood nickname). The walls would be lined with old black and white photographs, there’d music by folks like Big Mama Thornton, Muddy Waters, and Koko Taylor playing in the background, and we’d have the most popping collard greens and baked mac-and-cheese in town. But alas, I know absolutely nothing about the restaurant business and my cooking, unfortunately, is always a hit or miss. A girl can dream though I suppose. lol